1142/A side of Hellfire gala.

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A side of Hellfire gala.
Date of Scene: 13 April 2020
Location: VIP Lounge - Hellfire Club
Synopsis: Turns out there are half-demons in the Hellfire club too! Go figure.
Cast of Characters: Satana Hellstrom, Karla Sofen




Satana Hellstrom has posed:
The VIP room in the Hellfire Club is sumptuously appointed, like so many rooms in the mansion. Furnished in the Victorian style, it's a place for cigars and brandy and conversation. Currently the room is unoccupied, or nearly so. A curvy redhead in a slinky, velvet dress lingers near one of the many paintings on the wall. Satana cradles a glass of brandy in her left hand, the dress trailing enough on the carpet to keep open that side split.

Karla Sofen has posed:
Karla had been down at the gala, watching, mingling..., making contacts. It was an interesting enough evening, and it had opened quite a few avenues for her, which were making her more and more glad about having becoming an hellfire VIP. And lets not talk about the champagne which was heavenly, a glass of which she was indulging on right now.

The californian blonde was standing near the balcony that gives an ample view of the ballroom below, watching as most of the guests had already left, bit of an half-grin to her lips. She dressed in a long, dark red gala gown, slit on the sides to show those long legs, her back also visible, she standing straight and proud.

Yet her eyes eventually drift to the rest of those about the VIP lounge, eventually coming to rest upon Satana, watching her curiously. Someone she had yet to meet. Though it is not as if she had met that many VIPs as of yet. So she offers a faint smile in greeting to the other woman.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana turns a little, her gaze meeting the blonde's. The smile is returned, and then the redhead slowly turns to face Karla more fully. She raises the brandy glass a little, as if in salute. The woman appears mostly human, except for those black-flecked red eyes. With slow, measured steps (thanks to those heels!), Satana makes her way towards the other woman.

Karla Sofen has posed:
Red eyes. Making the blue-eyed Karla more curious by the second. Yet she has seen a few people here today that caught her attention, namely the mutants downstairs..., and even that Selene Gallio up here on the VIP lounge. That one did indeed give the creeps. Not this one though.

So she dips her head in a measured, polite manner when the redhead approaches. "Good evening." she lifting her own champagne flute in greeting. "Interesting party, was it not?" she questions, her glance again going to the view of the room below.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana inclines her head as well, gaze wandering to study the approaching blonde. It's not a lascivious gaze, but neither is Satana appraising the other woman like one would study an opponent. Rather, it's more like one would approach a buffet.

Satana smiles, lazily swirling her brandy. "Yes it is." she replies, either to the subject of the evening or the party. "We haven't met. I'm Satana Hellstrom. And yes, my father had an unusual sense of humor."

Karla Sofen has posed:
There is a lot of an analytical eye to Karla though, almost as if she was used to do so most days of her life. Studying how Satana approaches, how she handles herself. Clearly someone with refinement. Those red eyes also showing so much more. And she certainly notices that look. It makes her quirk a finely-trimmed brow.

"Hellstrom..." It does make the side of her mouth to quirk up more significantly in that mix between smirk and smile, cheek dimpling. "You do seem to indulge in that humor though." a gesture with her free hand towards those eyes. She hasn't exactly discarded that they may be contact lenses. Yet for some reason ..., they might just be real..

"I am Dr. Karla Sofen. A pleasure I am sure."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana slowly shakes her head, chuckling softly as well. "When a girl starts off with a name like mine, you really have to own it." she replies. Crimson brows lift, then, and she nods. "Doctor Sofen. Shall we dispense with formalities? Call me Satana and I'll call you Karla, if you don't mind."

"Since you'll likely be asking around later, the eyes are definitely real. Let's just say that I didn't exactly grow up on Brooklyn."

Karla Sofen has posed:
A brief laughter escapes Karla, the woman's eyes seeming to dance with some amusement. "And here I was thinking the VIP lounge was all about formality and tossing titles around. I do need to brush up on my Hellfire etiquette rulebook." yet her tone does seem more amused than anything else. A moment to take a sip out of her glass but then she says in apparent acceptance. "But very well. Satana and Karla shall do."

"Does anyone ever grow up in Brooklyn?" She then asks, though it sparks her curiosity. "Where did you grow up at though?" she then inquires, canting her head to the side. "I do not notice much of an accent to you." though indeed neither does Karla seem to have much of one. Just a simple Californian Doctor! Maybe ...

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana wrinkles her nose at that, her smile becoming more playful now. "From what I've seen, the higher up one goes in this organization the less that actual -rules- of anything actually apply." she replies. "And no, people -end up- in Brooklyn..."

"I was born in New England, but I was actually raised in one of the infernal planes. Not actually 'Hell-Hell', but on one plane that borrows shamelessly from the name." The woman pauses, then adds. "I'm part demon, actually. But just the good part. What about you, Karla?"

Karla Sofen has posed:
"Or how low one gets, depending on the viewpoint, mmm?" Karla muses, with that same kind of playful smile to her lips. "Extremes always feel so .., liberating, don't they?" The retort about Brooklyn makes her lift up her glass, her grin appearing to widen. "Exactly."

Yet then she listens as Satana explains her origins. Infernal planes? She has met a few Gods, so why not the demon types too? "An heavy burden. Do you live up to the name you were given though? Or tend towards your human half.." direct enough of a question, but some curiosity too. As to the question directed at her.. "I am fully Californian." which in part is true, no matter the Kree spirit that tries to take hold from time to time.

A smile then. "But noone ever is exactly what they tell you they are though. Specially here." she gestures to the lounge.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana shrug at the question, the gown showing remarkable resilience in containing her assets. "Well my demon-half is a succubus, and I've never tried to hide that side of my nature." she replies, almost casually. "Maybe it's because I grew up with it, and was tutored by demons. I don't see it as evil so much as simply part of who I am."

She takes a slow sip of brandy, then. "I do suppose everyone here has something to hide. I just figure that, since I'm personally mentioned in a fair number of occult texts, there's really little point in trying to keep everything secret."

Karla Sofen has posed:
"That's fair.." And aparently something Karla can respect, she nodding her head at the other woman, expression remaining sharp but at least her smile appearing more genuine. "Not many that are so willing to part with their secrets. You seem to have accepted fully what and who you are." she does look thoughtful at that though, perhaps curious too. "What has brought you here though? I admit that meeting a succubus, even an half of one, is a first for me."

"And what secrets do you think I am hiding?" She then asks, head continuing canted to the side, free hand brought up to brush some blonde hair behind one ear.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana shrugs again, as if wanting to test the gown, and she gives a soft chuckle. "Me? I'm here for the free booze." she offers lightly. Okay, so perhaps she does have secrets after all. "And as for you, without casting a few spells or doing other rude things, I'd be hard to guess just what secrets you're carrying around."

"For all I know, you're some rich socialite who's run away from home or something."

Karla Sofen has posed:
The testing on that gown makes Karla smirk, her own not appearing to be having that much of a problem. More conservative! Or maybe she just couldn't afford a nicer one. "A rich socialite?" that makes her brows shoot up, amused by the concept. "My. Certainly not. I do am a doctor though, that much you already know. A psychiatrist in this case. Or head shrink as some patients call me." a shrug, it not appearing as if she cares too much either way.

"And here I was thinking you were about to meet our dear host Mr. Shaw." a gesture downstairs. "Or maybe even Mr. Luthor. He was around earlier." she notes.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana lifts a brow at that, shrugging with an upturned palm. "A psychiatrist? So you're not a *real* doctor, then." she quips back, keeping her smile pleasant all the same. "My sense of humor tends towards the... caustic... side. Please excuse me if I offend." Which naturally means the opposite, of course. "But actually I'm already a member. Family connections, of course. Daddy may have been a real bastard, but he did have connections."

Karla Sofen has posed:
While there is an amused look to Karla's expression when Satana mentions she isn't a real doctor that smile of hers edges towards something a lot more dangerous. A sore point? Maybe. "I am as real a doctor as they come." yet she seems to reign in her own ego, even if she stays there on that edge. Yet it does seem she -may- be hiding something considering she doesn't seem too intimidated by the half-succubus.

"I wasn't meaning you weren't a member, merely that you might be wishing to talk with our host. Though considering how busy it was it might have been a difficult proposition. Though who is your father?"

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana looks pleased, perhaps, at Karla's reaction to her jab. Testing much? Apparently so. "Oh, I'm sure I'll get the opportunity to talk with Shaw sometime. Even Luthor, perhaps. It's not like they keep private addresses or something."

In a lower voice, she continues. "My father's name is Marduk Kurios. And no, I don't mind telling people. Conjure with it at your own peril. Those who have tried adorn his study as trophies."

Karla Sofen has posed:
"I left my conjuring kit back at home..." Karla notes, clicking her tongue in a fake upset manner as if she was sad about so. "Yet for some reason I find it amusing talking about conjuring demons in a place called hellfire club. Ah well, amused by the smallest of things.." she lets out a brief sigh.

Yet it's not as if she is aware of who exactly Marduk Kurios is. That much can be seen on her expression. Yet she does take that mental note about it. Knowledge is never too much. But she picks up on something she said and asks. "What -do- you mind telling people?"

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"I never leave home without mine." Satana deadpans back. Looking around at her own gown, she notes the absence of pockets and her expression becomes wry. "I wouldn't actually try to conjure a demon HERE, personally. A society like the Hellfire Club is likely to have all sorts of nasty wards and shit. You never know what you'll set off by accident."

The demoness continues, almost casually. "Be better off just using sidewalk chalk in a Wal Mart parking lot or something. If you were so inclined."

Karla Sofen has posed:
"And here I was thinking that you mentioned having all the good parts of your demon heritage." Karla says, again with some amusement returning to her expression, "..., thought setting off wards by accident was part of it." the corner of her mouth again curled up in a smirk. A moment considering Satana and then she offers, "Why don't you come visit the office sometime? I am sure we could have interesting talks. Look up my name. It is not hard to find."

"But now I shall leave you so you can find other interesting talking companions.." and then she begins walking off towards another zone of the lounge, approaching the door.